My mom always made sure we had a Y membership when I was growing up. I took swimming lessons, learned some gymnastics, break-danced in the 80s, and became a lifeguard at the Macomb Family YMCA. My last year and a half at NMU, I worked for the YMCA in Marquette — this is where I learned to love the Y.
The Marquette YMCA was kind of a virtual Y at the time. We had a small 3 room office in a building downtown, and we used local facilities for programs — the Holiday Inn and Ramada Inn for swimming lessons, various elementary schools and the community center for gym-related programs, etc.. It was a very cool experience.
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A week off from swimming can seem like a lifetime. It was tough making myself go to practice tonight. Life is rarely more discouraging than times when you are passed by those who were well below your abilities this time last year. All too often lately, it seems that this is the case. And just about the time I gain my status again, I find myself missing another practice or two.
But not this time. I’ve missed the last 3 practices and I was sure tonight would be painful and frustrating. In actuallity, however, tonight was quite uplifting.
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Its all ok though….
we have clean pajamas…..
transitions flowing up and down
hills valleys plains and platteaus
i am yours
past present and future
you are what you are you are
get to the point
circles endless
words letters pixels
nieve
what’ve you got to loose?
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Fuck. Damnit. Here’s an odd bit of irony. I just spent 20 minutes writing a post about how overwhelming and complex my life has become, and *poof* it is gone. Looked away for a minute to view “My Network Places” (Nick has just gotten WINS working on our LAN), and when I went back to finish my post there was nothing there. Gone, never to be seen again. Poof. So, now I’m going to attempt to recreate what I’d done before.
I know there was something about me being a seemingly “low maintenance” kind of chic to the outside world, but feeling like a “fucking high maintenance” basket case to my inside world. I made reference to my mental breakdown a couple of weeks ago that caused me to rip Nick’s shirt, and break a window (and almost chop off all my hair).
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Sometimes I get tired of listening to myself complain. You’d think, that if I’m sick of hearing it, I’d stop, right? Well, apparently that isn’t the case.
See, I’m in termoil. There are a great many things I like about my job — the company, the people I support, the opporunity… But unfortunately, there are a few things that I HATE about my job. And of course, the bad stuff always overrides the good stuff…
I work with idiots… just a couple (2-3, maybe 4 — depending on the day).. And I don’t claim to be a technical goddess, actually quite opposite most of the time.. but its lack of simple common sense that irritates the fuck out of me.. and I’m just about at my limit… And I’m sick of hearing myself complain about it, but I can’t figure out how to deal with it quitely..
GRR .. they make my bloodpressure rise!
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Off once again to the dread called Martinsville.
The company I work for has a central office in Martinsville, Indiana — which is, consequently, the center of our IT departent. I, being in a “probabtion” period which involves auditioning for a non-existent job, am lucky enough to get to go there 6-9 days per month. See, my boss and I have been battling for well over 6 months now about myself and my performance. I had been in a position where I was responsible for overall support of our Farmington Hills office, and since I don’t do things the way he would do them, I was said to have done a bad job in that role. Fortunately, my boss doesn’t like to think of himself as failing, so he found something else for me to do and gave my job to someone else. Its a good opportunity for me, more along the lines of a career path, etc.. The problem is, the job doesn’t actually exist yet, oh and did I mention I’m not a team player?
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Now this is how weekends should be. Mellow, relaxing and somewhat constructive. This was a mentally refreshing weekend. Friday night was uneventful and entertaining — good dinner at a good bar, final chapter of a good Woody Allenmovie that we’d been working on for a couple of weeks, a bit of influence and a good night’s sleep with my sweetie. Good workout on Saturday morning, good breakfast with good people, a little bit of learning and alot of creativity re-created a lost website (better this time anyway), pizza pizza pizza, and The Last Temptation of Christ, and a good night’s sleep with my sweetie. Kitchen is clean, pancakes with my sweetie, more creativity and a little bit of organization, wonderful Italian dinner, pre-recorded friends, Sopranos, and a good night’s sleep. What more could a girl ask for.
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So, maybe there is some compassion left in this world. I know I often forget how to be compassionate, but I probably realize that more than most.
A friend (same friend who just kicked her son out of the house) is having a big party next weekend and she wanted to hire a DJ (but that’s not why she’s having a party ). Well, the one she had decided upon cost a hundred bucks an hour.. She had wanted the DJ from like 7-midnight and a hundred bucks an hour was out of her price range. They started casually talking, and the DJ asked her if it was a birthday party or something that she was planning. When she told him that she has her last round of radiation therapy on Friday and she wanted to celebrate on Saturday he said, “Well in that case I’ll work from 6:30 to Midnight for 300 bucks”.
Wow. Now that’s damn cool.
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I have decided not to have children. I’m a successful professional person with a house, a husband, see-you-on-the-weekend kids, and a dog. That’s about all I can handle.
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I’d really like to know when my life became so busy and chaotic that free time seems like more of a chore than a luxury.
Can it still be considered free time if ou don’t feel free to do what you want because you’re too busy making up for things you didn’t do in your non-free time?
I need longer weekends. That is the only answer.
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